I passed out on the couch during my writing session, I think about 7 or 8 am. I had forgotten to set an alarm. So had Lzyk, who passed out upstairs a little earlier, with pneumonia. Fuck taiwan's work ethic. It isn't work ethic, it's suicide by work. I am not willing to die for this shit, but apparently, she is, so I assume that she'll be more successful than me. Doesn't matter, I'm already happier.
I've been reading some dawkins tonight, first on the the lesser stoop, outside the 7, which is a skatespot of great potential, and then since asahi was on sale (buy 2 get one free) and since I would be in Osaka right now, had lzyk or myself set an alarm this morning, I headed up to the roof stoop to continue reading until the death of my phone's battery.
It was windy and cool up there, which is an exciting thing ot feel. The entire city flashes and blinks around in almost total silence, like a digital cancer. This valley isn't going to look like this for long, geologically speaking. It feels like looking out into the ocean at night from a windy beach; into a void where noone is. However, looking out over the ocean of Taipei means looking at 11 million people (ok 3 mil in the strictest definitoin, but I prefer agglomerative definitions). I couldn't see a single person from the roof, and I could only hear a few of their taxis splashing around the rainy streets below, and the occaisional KMT's mclaren or lambo or ferrari, screaming through the empty canyons.
My phone's battery died and I was left with 1.5 beers on the King of Stoops, high above the sleeping city, and I spent the time looking out across the metaphorical ocean of darkness.
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